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[aid] => mick
[title] => motorway tailback
[time] => 2011-07-23 06:21:04
[hometext] => why do we think it's a good idea to go on holiday in the first week of the school holidays?
[bodytext] => Sat nav reassures In a world where bumps cause pain A floating cartoon lure on these gritty, washed out lanes Passing streets so near Yet way, way out of reach Packed up all but beer And we’re heading for the beach Each junction follows next Trucks go idly by Their bill board sides address The needs of you and I Noises ebb and flow Lit warnings stem relief another way to go Tail back is causing grief We yo-yo on the slack On the way to finding speed The signs say 40 max Their words nobody heeds I change gear down to three And mutter words of woe She wakes up next to me Asking why we’re going slow The radio turned on A caravan jackknifed Yet another one A victim in this life We slowly come to a halt I turn off the ignition Surrounded by other like minds Trapped with no volition Conscious now the gloss Provided by 4 wheels Has worn. An albatross Trapped in a box of steel 3 lanes of crammed glass ovens Roof boxes stuffed with clothes Trailers, I see a dozen In the county of the red rose 230 miles in front of me With no idea of when The jam will clear, both far and near We’ve barely travelled ten. We tensely talk to pass time To try to bring relief Yip and yap I soon whine Lying through my teeth Then at last a movement Brake lights and engine judder Outside lane there’s improvement To my left there moves another But I’m trapped in the middle lane With no great indication Convinced it’s my luck. Insane I start to lose my station I start the engine knowing Soon we will start moving The tension it is growing Wow! Rightly I was proven Accelerate then slowing This pattern it repeats All in the queue soon knowing The names of those sat nav streets [comments] => 0 [counter] => 81 [topic] => 21 [informant] => poeticjestix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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